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you. Touch me how you'd
like to be touched.” She looked down into Diandra's trusting eyes. Diandra was
startled but she did as she was commanded. When Lizbeth crouched over her once
more she resumed licking the offered clit, and pinched, tugged and rubbed at
the pointed pink nipple above her.
    Lizbeth gasped
out another chain of commands. “Move your fingers harder and faster until I
come! Tug harder at my nipples, alternate first one and then the other! I want
to come for you!” Moments later her orgasm ripped through her, bowing her back.
She let out a primal, satisfied scream as she rocked her hips against Diandra's
hand and tongue, pulling her nipple tightly away from her breast in the process
and extending her orgasm even longer. She shuddered over and over again, her
chestnut hair lank and almost black with sweat.
    Lizbeth
recovered slowly, and then finally stood back up, still straddling Diandra's
body. Looking down she asked again, “Do you trust me?” At her nod, Lizbeth climbed
down from the bed and left the room. For several minutes Diandra lay on the
bed, playing with an errant red petal, patiently waiting for Lizbeth to return.
When she did, she was nude, body still glowing with a light sheen of sweat from
their earlier activities. On second glance, Diandra realized she was not nude
after all- she was wearing some sort of glistening object, held on her slender
body by a series of straps.
    “Is that...”
Diandra trailed off.
    “Bend over,”
Lizbeth said, still using that firm, commanding voice. Amazed, and a little bit
nervous now, she obeyed the order. She slid her legs off the bed, and leaned
over it. She grabbed a pillow and dragged it close, digging her fingers into it
as she waited for Lizbeth to speak once more. But no words came. Diandra
shivered as she felt the tip of the warm, wet toy slip slowly between her lower
lips.
    Lizbeth stopped
with the tip of the strap-on a mere two inches inside. Although she had lubed
the device thoroughly, Diandra was still small and tight. She slapped her ass
quickly and firmly, and when Diandra gasped and started to pull away, Lizbeth
grabbed her hips and pulled her back quickly, fully impaling her on the slick,
flexible toy. When Diandra let out a low moan filled with pleasure, Lizbeth pulled
most of the way out, and then slammed back inside. She moved her hips back and
forth, harder and faster, over and over again. Minutes later, the women
screamed out their duel pleasure and collapsed forward onto the bed.
    Lizbeth
removed the strap-on and laid it on the nightstand, then fell forward once more
onto the bed and wrapped her arms around Diandra. She worried that she'd been
too rough- it was their first time. She should have gone slow and easy until
she knew Dia's limits. “Are you all right?” she asked, a note of worry and fear
in her voice. Now the rejection would come. She stiffened her resolve, and
unconsciously her body tensed as well.
    “Oh yes!”
Diandra giggled. “But maybe I could wear it later?”
    The two women
never slept that night, nor left the comfort and pleasure of each other's arms.
They never even ventured downstairs until it was time for Lizbeth to leave for
work. The path of candles gutted themselves out through the night in a puddle
of their own wax. The women shared a long, lingering kiss at the door. As
Lizbeth got into her Nissan to drive away, neither of them felt the menace
radiating from the bushes next to the front steps. Neither woman noticed the
ivory-colored cat watching from the flower bed with strange, alert eyes.

 
Chapter Eight
     
    Lizbeth was
nearly halfway to work when she was hit with an overpowering feeling that
Diandra needed her- immediately. Something was wrong, very wrong. Was there
something wrong with the baby? What else could it be? Barely conscious of what
she was doing, she did a U-turn in the middle of the road, cutting off the
other drivers. The screeching brakes, squealing tires, and honking horns